I’m sitting here at the Drunken Cronuts
coffee shop located on Kings Highway.
it is midnight and I’m sucking back an
Iced Macchiato, with an extra shot of espresso.
people have their vices and mine is caffeine.
this is a confessional poem, I am
here, in this place, is my church.
the blender whirring in the background
is the sound of church bells ringing.
the pastries and the coffee - a Holy Eucharist.
resurrection has come at last.
the last supper is never too far off.
let’s be realistic.
life can be hard so, let’s sweeten things
Jamaica almond fudge, key lime pie,
old fashioned butter pecan . . . saviors
of a certain flavor.
a double shot of espresso for the road.
now, we’re on the path to salvation.